Bei Yutang’s purpose this time was exactly Yashe.
Today happens to be the challenge day, which happens once a month.
There were many talented people gathered here. Many talented people could be seen inside and outside the tea house. They fought in batches. If one person was defeated, another group of people immediately came forward to challenge.
The onlookers watched with gusto, and from time to time, the cheer sound could be heard.
Bei Yutang came here just to see Master She. There were many people who wanted to see him, but those who could meet him could only be received by Master She by defeating his top ten disciples.
The purpose of her trip was to defeat them.
“I don’t know if anyone can beat the Ten Elites of Yashe this year.”
“I also wonder.”
“Except for Mr. Qin who defeated them three years ago, no one has defeated them yet.”
“Hey, if no one can defeat them, I will be the top pick in this year’s new subject.”
“Stop being delusional.”
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As soon as she entered this place, Bei Yutang heard words like this.
Waves of cheers came from around the high platform in the middle of the tea house. At the same time, a student was walking down the stage dejectedly.
“Is there anyone else who wants to go on stage and give it a try?” Qing Jun, a man on the high platform, asked the people below with his hands raised.
The students around were looking at each other, but no one had the guts to give it a try.
Just when everyone thought that no one came on stage to challenge, a clear voice came from the back of the crowd.
“I’ll give it a try.”
Everyone turned their heads and saw a handsome and noble young man walking across the stage. Wherever he went, people automatically gave him the way.
After Bei Yutang entered the stage, Qing Jun bowed his hands.
“May I ask your surname, Young Master?”
“The name is just a code name. You can call me Wuming1无名, wúmíng: nameless, unknown.”
“That’s well said. Young Master Wuming, I’ll say the first sentence.” Qing Jun said politely.
Bei Yutang made a gesture, “Please.”
“The white mist is intentional, but the nectar has no home.”
Bei Yutang blurted out without thinking, “The flowing water is ruthless, but the green grass has its owner.”
“The misty smoke is like a boat.”
“The trees are falling across the lake in the west wind.”
Qing Jun had a look of admiration in his eyes, and then he said again: “When a man is tired, he lies down on the mountain.”
“Yun Xian embraces the moon and sleeps.”
“The bead curtain is lightly rolled and the flowers are weeping.”
“Lu Qi plays the music slowly to break the soul.”
“The water struck three thousand, and the flying sky flew to ninety thousand. Looking back, the sky and the earth were like mud balls.”
“The king rules the world, his feet are in the wilderness, and everyone in the world is like an ant.”
As soon as Bei Yutang finished speaking, there were shouts all around her.
Even Qing Jun, who was on the opposite side, had a look of admiration on his face.
He bowed his hands to Bei Yutang and said, “I am willing to bow down to you. The next one is my Senior Brother. He is very powerful. You must be prepared.”
Bei Yutang nodded slightly and made a ‘please’ gesture.
After Qing Jun left, he was replaced by another handsome young master.
“This competition is not about poems, but calligraphy and painting.” The handsome young master said.
“Please.” Bei Yutang didn’t care.
With the time limit of one stick of incense, each side would make a painting, and finally, all the students present would be allowed to vote.
When the time for burning incense was up and the two scrolls were presented in front of everyone, all people’s eyes were invariably attracted to the painting on the left.
“It’s so beautiful!”
“It’s like it’s alive.”
“Is this a fairy descending to earth?”
Praise came from all directions.
There was no suspense in this round. Young Master Wuming won!
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